nothing wrong at all!

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original blingee caption: ThE bOiz iN aLL TiMe LoW r SoO kEwL n CuTe! <3333

anonymous asked:

Is it bad that I created a joke neko girl and I started to likr drawing her more and more and now she's my oc?? Lmao She has a backstory and all

ppht nah, there’s nothing wrong with that

~Mod Wolfrun

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#LastYoungRenegade past references | PSNDDF

Put Up Or Shut Up - The striped background.
So Wrong, It’s Right - The birds.
Nothing Personal - The skeleton.
Dirty Work - The bottle being popped open.
Don’t Panic - The monsters.
Future Hearts - ‘Driving in a car with broken tail-lights’ + Back To The Future Hearts Tour poster

Gabriel’s “I don’t give a shit” attitude when it comes to rules and red-tape is probably exactly what made him the perfect person to lead the Strike Team. He was willing to do the shit that needed to get done, even if it meant pissing off entire countries, because he knew that’s what it took to make a change. And it worked. He and his team stopped the Omnic Crisis.

But it’s also probably what prevented him from becoming Strike Commander of Overwatch. The UN were happy to use Gabriel’s skills to end the Crisis, but beyond that, they needed someone they could control, someone they could trust to do as they were told, and Gabriel wasn’t that person. They chose Jack instead - he was charismatic, he was young, and most importantly, he was good at following orders.

What if by the time the Uprising took place, he was starting to realise it, and starting to try and break out of that role? And the UN, scared of losing control of such a powerful organisation, decided to blow it sky-high instead and pin the blame on Reyes, and the story about their fighting was just a cover-up?

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NarutoWeek2017 day three + four: Favorite fight + arc

↳ Team 7 vs. Haku and Zabuza (Land of Waves arc)

When a person has something important they want to protect.. that’s when they can become truly strong.

Gryffindor Headcanons

• petting every dog they see
• saying ‘yolo’ in a sarcastic way until it becomes a habit
• hurting someone by accident and laughing so hard about it that they forget to apologise
• ‘I’m not a drama queen I’m just….yeah okay I am’
• getting distracted easily when trying to do school work
• being great at giving speeches in front of the class and being very eloquent in other situations as well
• annoying friends on purpose
• throwing their dirty worn clothes on the floor after undressing
• loud singing under the shower
• being overly dramatic when they’ve caught a cold but pretending like nothing is wrong when they’ve broken several limbs, burned all their hair and nearly died because they ‘wanted to try something out’
• getting sun burned after falling asleep outside
• having too much coffee
• convincing friends doing something with them with the phrase 'Come on! It’ll be fun!’
• friends are family
• nothing is impossible and therefore everything must be tried
• being able to accomplish anything as soon as they’re excited about it


Hufflepuff Headcanons

Slytherin Headcanons

Ravenclaw Headcanons

Do you ever wonder

Aries:  If one day you’ll just burn out.  How maybe aside from all the work you’ve been putting yourself through, all the times you’ve said you hadn’t had enough time, you’re just empty and you’re desperately trying to find something that fills that void.

Taurus: If maybe they were wrong about you.  That maybe there’s nothing wrong or disgusting about you at all, it’s just that you happen to be different and that feeling of unknowingness actually terrifies them

Gemini: If it was worth it.  If changing a part of your being, cutting off bits of yourself, or masking pieces of soul was worth gaining someone’s approval?

Cancer:  If you’re going to make it out ok?  Not even if you live your dream life and having your dream mansion, just ok.  Content.  Happy.

Leo: If people talk behind your back or judge you as much as you think, if you’re really safe to show your true self to someone without inadvertently showing it to everyone else?

Virgo: If you ever actually mattered to anyone? Because how could anyone notice the single drop of water amidst a hurricane?

Libra: If anyone’s looked at you the way they describe it in the movies, the way time would stop because someone fell so hopelessly, madly, eternally in love with you?

Scorpio: If you still have that child in you, or if you ever were one in the first place? A time before the tears would fall, a time where you weren’t scared to fall because you knew someone would pick you right back up?

Sagittarius:  If you’re simply enough.  if you were stripped of everything everyone thought defined you, someone would still be able to love you and your pain?

Capricorn:  If on the other side of people’s smiles, they genuinely care?  That they could actually give a damn about your happiness and your value?

Aquarius:  If dreams could actually be turned into reality?  If you could actually turn the little universe you’ve created inside your head into something you could see, touch, feel, taste, hear?

Pisces: If soulmates exist, that there is that one person tailor-made for you and you tailor-made for them, that heaven could become a place on earth by holding their hand?

pang after pang

@vldangstweek March 20th: Injury


Shiro is excited to go home.

The Garrison’s accelerated post-secondary education program is grueling, and while in the end, he’s sure it’ll be worth it, as it stands now…he doesn’t remember the last time he got more than three consecutive hours of sleep, his laundry is piled up because he’s honestly just too tired to deal with it all, and on top of the sheer burnout that comes with intensive classes intended to prepare an individual to go to space is just.

He’s struggling to hold it together enough to get through these last few classes, and then he’s on his way home. Before night comes, he’ll be back at home with his parents and Keith, and he can see what’s been bothering Keith so intensely. Because something’s up, and he can see it in the way Keith won’t text him unless he needs a question answered, and in the way he won’t speak on the phone for more than a moment or two, and in how those few moments when he will talk to Shiro, he’ll be quiet and subdued.

He doesn’t think it’s anything too serious, but Shiro is also well aware that his attention has been mostly diverted towards his classwork, of late, and he’s letting Keith slip through the cracks, but there’s not much he can do about that right now. He just has to get through today, and then he can pay attention to Keith.

He’s looking forward to it, to be honest. He misses his brother.

Finally, finally, finally, his last class ends, and as soon as humanly possible, Shiro has his bag and is out the Garrison door and on the train home. He usually hates the train—it’s crowded and loud and cramped, but today, he doesn’t mind. Everyone else seems to be filled with the same lethargy he has, and he can just. Sit. And lean his head against the window, and think.

Keith’s been…quiet, lately. Not enough to concern their parents, Shiro thinks, because they haven’t brought anything up to him—but then again, he has been away for a few months, and Keith’s at an age where he might not want to get all caught up in telling things to his parents. Still, Shiro’d like to keep judgements for after he’s actually talked to Keith. He doesn’t want to make snap judgements, not for something as important as potentially his entire relationship with his younger brother.

Shiro closes his eyes and just feels—the cool glass sticking to his forehead, the rumbling of the train over the tracks, the faint headache creeping up at the edges of his head, his heartbeat that’s just a few beats too fast (a remnant of the past month of over caffeination and stress and not enough sleep), his tense shoulders.

He’s so tired.

He dozes, for the rest of the ride home. It’s not the most restful sleep, but it’s a solid five hours—it’s more than he’s had in the past week, so he wakes up at his stop feeling more coherent than he has in what feels like forever.

Walking back from the train stop, his bag swung over his shoulder, Takashi Shirogane is going home, and he’s so glad. He’s missed these familiar streets, these comfortable patterns of life. It’s peaceful.

(Well, it is until he turns the corner.)

Shiro’s parents live on a corner, but he walks up along the side and turns to get to the front yard, where there’s a sturdy, tall tree in the front. When he was younger, he loved to climb it—and apparently Keith’s learned to do the same thing.

He turns, and it’s like a slow-motion crash.

The sky is bright, brilliant blue. The tree, impossibly tall, stands with its leaves waving gently in the wind. Keith is sitting amongst the upper branches, laughing at something Shiro can’t see. Shiro barely has time to smile and drop his bags before he sees the disaster occur.

Keith leans too far back, just the slightest bit, and Shiro can see his eyes widen and he can hear him gasp as he falls, leaves ripping apart as Keith crashes down.

Shiro runs toward the tree, but Keith falls faster than Shiro can make it across the yard and Shiro has to watch his little brother hit the ground and bounce.

He doesn’t get up, and Shiro is at his side almost immediately, babbling and shouting in terror. He doesn’t remember what he’s saying—something about Keith being hurt and Keith please God open your eyes Keith please—and he’s so scared and before he knows it his father is pulling him back, emergency services are lifting Keith onto a stretcher, and their mother is getting into the ambulance as it shrieks off.

Shiro can’t breathe.

He’s on the ground again, hands bracing him from behind as he stares up at his father. He can see his reflection in his father’s glasses—wide eyes, and absolutely terrified.

He doesn’t know what to do.

His father helps him up, and then they’re in the car, driving towards the hospital.

Shiro just keeps seeing Keith hit the ground on replay in his mind—the way his head had landed against the ground, bouncing and hitting it again and then staying achingly still.

Then they’re in the waiting room, and a nurse is talking to Shiro soothingly, trying to convince him that he’s in shock and he needs to sit down and she’s probably right but he can’t just sit and wait for news he doesn’t want to be taken care of he wants to know if his brother is okay he just—he’s hyperventilating. Maybe the nurse has a point.

It feels like forever later (Shiro never did learn how long they waited, and he never asked, to be honest) that a doctor comes out and tells them that Keith’s fine—stunned, a broken arm from hitting branches on the way down, bruised ribs, and a mild concussion from hitting the ground—but he’s alive and awake and he’ll be just fine.

Shiro doesn’t believe it until he sees Keith, small and pale and bruised but sitting up and talking to their mother softly from his hospital bed. As soon as Keith turns and sees him, he grins brightly, and Shiro can finally breath again, and his hands stop trembling.

He makes his way over to Keith, and cautiously pulls him into a tight hug, squeezing his eyes shut.

He was so, so scared. Keith is only twelve—he’s too young to be terrifying his brother like this.

Keith whispers, softly, but Shiro hears him all the same.

“I could hear you, you know. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I knew you were there. You’re always there, when I need you to be.”

They never talk about it, later, and Shiro honestly isn’t sure if Keith even meant to say it out loud, but he did all the same and Shiro knows what it means that Keith even though that, about him. He just holds him tighter, and feels the tension leave them both with every breath.

(Four years later, Shiro is lost to space, and every time he goes to sleep he faces that moment when Keith hit the ground, except in these dreams he doesn’t wake up, because Shiro’s not there for him when he needs it. Not anymore.)

But right now, in this moment, Shiro cradles his younger brother and swears to himself that he won’t ever be too late ever again.

(He doesn’t realize until he’s back at school that he never did get around to figuring out what was up with Keith.)